Milan — Gray dawn
Vera ran without a clear path, guided only by instinct — and the need to survive.
The wrapped dossier pressed against her chest felt heavier with every step. Each heartbeat threatened to burst with desperation.
The streets were empty, but the alleys breathed danger.
One wrong move, one wrong glance — and it would all be over.
She turned corners, crossed alleyways, avoided the main roads.
There was no way to know where the web of informants began or ended.
In front of an abandoned newsstand, Vera stopped to catch her breath.
She looked up at the dirty, gray sky.
The world seemed indifferent.
Standing there alone, Vera felt the true weight of what she carried:
It wasn't just paper. It wasn't just evidence. It was the future. It was Luca.
If she fell now, everything would end.
She closed her eyes for a moment.
Took a deep breath.
When she opened them again, something inside her had shifted.
It wasn't fear driving her anymore.
It was rage.
She crossed the empty square like a shadow.
She tore through alleys and forgotten gardens.
Moretti's building was close — painfully close.
But she knew: the worst was yet to come.
Behind her, footsteps echoed — heavy and deliberate.
The hunt wasn't over.
She clutched the dossier tighter and ran.
There was no more room for hesitation.
Either the truth would survive… or everything would be buried again.
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